Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Settling Into A New Life

I have found my way to Portland, three weeks ago and it indeed is living up to its reputation with both people and weather, the latter has been showing its face as indigenous for the past few days.

It is comfortable for me here, remarkably so on what seems to be all levels. I am now near family, my youngest son who lives three blocks away and has been a great help as was his brother who handle all the loading driving chores. I live in St. Johns, a small community outside of city.

I'm but a few boxes from being without boxes and that'll be done this weekend. It will then be fully home.

Looking back on Las Vegas, it seems so absurd that I was there for almost a decade. In retrospect, it's a dreadful city in a dreadful state. There is no soul there.

If you're wondering about my ex-wife, I've not heard from her in nearly six weeks. Few have my new phone numbers and she certainly isn't one of them. In fact, at this point I don't think she knows I've moved.

I'm still a bit fatigued, so I'm going leave it a that for.

Friday, May 17, 2013

It's not quite the "pits of the world," as John McEnroe might put

But Vegas is damned close. A perfectly dreadful one horse town in a half-horse state. Oh my, am I glad to be out of there.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

New Town, New Life

Again, I’ve been remiss in writing for this venue. As it was a promise to myself to do so, I really have no excuse, except a period in which I was moving.

 Yes, I’ve done it: No longer in that piece of crap, immature city in a piece of crap immature state, Las Vegas. I am indeed, almost settled in Portland, Oregon. It’s a good thousand miles from there, my ex-wife and all of the drama that goes with her. In fact, I even have a new cell phone number and obviously a new landline, as well as a new address. At this point, as far as I know, she hasn’t a clue as to where I’m living. 

I’m also living about four blocks from my youngest son, town that’s close to being Greenwich Village of the 60s and earlier; and not far from where my older son and his wife visit her parents several times a year. 

I’ve only been here ten days or so, and I recount the journey to you in the next few days.

In the interim, thanks for continuing to stop by and I hope you continue to do so.